User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-26024035-20160428212509

Slank shook his head, managing to clear his mind and vision just enough to see the enemy crew approach. Lowering down into a crouch, he nodded to Jalfis, who imitated him in the crouch, pawing nervously at the dagger in his sash. "We need a longboat." He whispered. The steersweasel's ugly face twisted in a frown. "But... they've all been set ablaze, Cap'n Slank." He whispered back. "Shorely they 'ave. We need t'..." "Swim." Slank sighed. "Right... one, tew... three..." The two weasels stood up, ran to the rail, and leapt over into the waves.